SubscribeTo describe our house as chaos right now is deeply unfair to chaos. (Our house is in a state which would make chaos hit the smelling salts pretty hard.) We are packing, clearing, shredding, and sorting, in largely good-humoured fashion, although we’re taking it in turn to have our moments. We have found a company [...]
Bah! to cancer
Breast cancer had a pop at Stephanie. It really wishes it hadn't.
Tag: moving
Three weeks
Three weeks from now – if all of the ducks currently shuffling around waiting for someone to tell them what to do actually get themselves into a line – we will be moving. Well, sort of. Joy will already be ensconced in Northumberland with her Grandma and Granda, as she starts her new school on [...]
A purge
As we are moving house soon, the Great Clear Out has begun. Rennie MacIntosh said something along the lines of, ‘Have nothing in your house that you do not believe to be beautiful or know to be useful’ and we have adopted that as our moving mantra. Alan and I are spending a couple of [...]
Look what we found
It’s perfect. Big rooms, lovely kitchen, a room just begging to be a library and space in the garden for a craft studio/writing space for me. Close to the family and dog-friendly (which I’m sure Joy will be along to tell you about in due course).
Offer made. Offer accepted. Fingers crossed.
(I wrote about our plans [...]
The Answer
I am nervous about this post, which is probably why I’ve waited until I’m on holiday to publish it.
I’ve written a poem. I don’t know why publishing poetry feels more exposing than writing about every aspect of my dance with breast cancer, but it does.
Anyway, here goes. I hope you like it.
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The Answer
‘So, why are [...]
Why is a cancer like a house?
This week, Joy is staying with her grandparents while she tries out her new school in Northumberland. (It is the school I went to. We were shown round by my old maths teacher. Weird.) Alan, Ned and I are going up to join her on Thursday when we’ll got to look at some houses, and [...]
Time to heal
Something I’ve noticed over the last few months is how much my body has slowed down. I don’t mean in terms of what I am physically capable of: I still do pretty much everything I did before cancer, and where the body fails the bloody-mindedness takes over. I’m talking about ordinary functions that I wouldn’t normally [...]
A holiday with a difference
On Saturday morning, Ned, Joy and I boarded a train at King’s Cross and travelled 300 miles to Newcastle, where we were collected by my Dad and driven the 24 miles or so north to Guyzance, my parents’ home.
We’ll be doing the usual things. We’ve already walked along a beach, deserted aside from us and [...]
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